Joseph Narusiewicz

To Thy Self Be True - Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Loving thoughts live foreverCustomize your mindCentered in symmetric joyThe moon lights the templeLove is in every night skyNo one is better or worseEveryman is ChristEveryman is whom he died forPettiness is garbageEvery candle goes outAll this pride on top of dustWe occupy ourselves with tritenessWith little tragic gamesI am the guiltiestIt is so easy to try to be acceptedPointing fingers does nothingChanging others is not my jobDealing with myself is my jobDealing with others is Gods buisness

Serene Bach plays in the backgroundMan he was a giantHe sure thought some sweet thoughtsSocial incest gobbles people upThinking other peoples thoughtsPeople pleasing, kissing assClicks are not loveI see allot of my art is shamHere and there something real gets outI love Gods creationWhen I reflect that something true happensGrudges and proving points only diminishesWasting time putting things in categoriesThinking the mundaneWriting profound is totally individualLike Emily DickinsonHer poetry was seen after her deathShe didn't write to be popularReal art is never before the crowd